[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem":3,"chapter-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-716":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Evil MC's NTR Harem",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1832315,2438,"Chapter 716 Emergency","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-716",716,"\u003Cp>Ross entered the House of Fortune, the heavy doors closing behind him with a quiet thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere inside buzzed with a strange mix of anticipation and curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned toward him—some intrigued, others cautious—as he stepped onto the glossy marble floor beneath the glittering chandeliers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seventeen contestants had already arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, scanning the room in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nine men. Eight women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, his eyes evaluated them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men were loud, brimming with ego and testosterone, each trying to assert dominance in their own way—jokes, laughter, casual bragging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some flexed subtly while chatting; others tried to command attention with stories that reeked of exaggeration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three were, frankly, unfortunate in appearance—either due to features that didn’t sit right or a lack of presence altogether.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One had a face so average it was almost impressive in its forgettability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the final five—ah, they were different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood out without even trying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beauty came easy to them, ranging in age from 18 to 25.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One had a fiery look in her eyes and curves that turned heads wherever she walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another had a quiet elegance, like a porcelain doll brought to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A third wore confidence like a second skin, her laugh echoing like a chime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross took in each detail—from the way they carried themselves to the subtle glances they threw at the cameras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were women used to attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And soon, they’d have his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hidden smile formed behind his sleek black mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had plans for these five—but that would come later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, it was time to blend in. Time to play the part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, man. How’s it going?\" a voice cut through the chatter, friendly and open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross turned to face the speaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m Corey,\" the guy continued, extending a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s your name? And, uh, what’s with the mask? You some kind of ninja or something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corey looked like the textbook definition of a popular guy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tall, clean-cut, and clearly aware of his good looks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile was easy, his confidence effortless. His muscles were toned and well-shaped, hinting at dedication in the gym, but compared to Ross—whose physique was not just built but carved from years of rigorous discipline—he came across as soft around the edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross accepted the handshake with a firm grip. \"Big D,\" he said evenly, offering nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corey chuckled. \"Big D, huh? That supposed to stand for something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross said nothing. His silence spoke volumes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corey raised a brow, half-amused and half-unsettled. \"Alright then... mystery man. Welcome to the circus.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Corey drifted back toward a cluster of other contestants, Ross took a slow walk around the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noted alliances already forming, rivalries already brewing beneath the surface. People were choosing sides without even realizing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let them talk, laugh, flirt, or fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t here to play their game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was here to rewrite the rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day wore on, and Ross remained as distant as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat quietly in a corner of the lounge, arms crossed, his masked face unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t attempt to join any group conversations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t laugh at jokes, offer introductions, or even make eye contact unless necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was simply... there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A looming presence that neither approached nor retreated. Just watching. Waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, the others took notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at him,\" one of the girls whispered, not even bothering to lower her voice that much. \"He hasn’t spoken to a single person all day. I bet he’s the first one to get evicted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Same,\" another chimed in, rolling her eyes. \"It’s like he doesn’t even care. I mean, come on—he’s wearing a mask. Who does that? He looks more like a paid actor or some weird stuntman than a real contestant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know what the producers are thinking,\" someone else added with a scoff. \"Maybe it’s some twist? Like, ’Guess who the silent weirdo really is.’ Whatever it is, they gave us a clown, not a housemate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, despite all their mocking, the group couldn’t seem to stop talking about him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross—Big D—had become the most discussed figure in the house, all without uttering more than two words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Big D... what kind of name is that anyway?\" one of the girls said with a giggle. \"If it means what I think it does, I wouldn’t be surprised. Just look at his build. That man is thick and tall. Like, damn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other girls laughed, pretending to brush it off, but a few of them had already stolen second glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a mystery wrapped in muscle, and whether they admitted it or not, curiosity was slowly turning into obsession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross, sitting in silence, heard everything. Every whisper. Every insult. Every joke at his expense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he smiled behind the mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lunch hour arrived, and the atmosphere in the house shifted into one of forced cheerfulness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With cameras rolling from every corner, the contestants sprang into action, each eager to show off their best side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smiles were wide, voices overly friendly, and laughter came just a little too easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chopped vegetables, stirred pots, set the table—everyone pitching in to look like a harmonious, cooperative group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone... except Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t moved an inch from his spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the others bustled about the kitchen, trading banter and pretending to bond, Ross sat alone like a silent sentinel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arms folded, legs stretched out, mask hiding every flicker of expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t lift a finger. Didn’t offer help. Didn’t even glance in their direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some shot him annoyed glances. Others ignored him completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He really thinks he’s above this?\" one muttered under their breath while dicing onions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let him rot in the corner,\" another whispered. \"He won’t last.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, lunch was ready. The aroma of grilled meats, stir-fried vegetables, and steaming rice filled the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The contestants gathered around the long dining table, plates in hand, still smiling for the ever-present cameras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as someone reached for a serving spoon, a sharp, clear chime echoed through the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone froze. Heads turned toward the overhead speakers, anticipation flickering across their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Ross shifted slightly in his seat, one eyebrow lifting behind the mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was about to happen.\u003C\u002Fp>",1038,"2026-06-09T06:18:59.061Z",1,"novelbin.me","3ad5ce2dd08ff8d5738248a392eb1b49346fc643fd9f285cd6f9ab3d6a726354","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-717","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-715",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]